Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mauritania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing In Retrospect to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The United States of America,
Symarip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brass Construction,
Anthony Braxton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moby Grape,
Rekid,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Icehouse,
Eddi Front,
Simply Red,
X-102,
Robert Wyatt,
Rites of Spring,
Altered Images,
Blossom Toes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Lydon,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
Pulsallama,
Blancmange,
The New Christs,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Anakelly,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glenn Branca,
Roxette,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gong,
Fad Gadget,
Faraquet,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
Barry Ungar,
Reuben Wilson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas,
The Selecter,
Intrusion,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.